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So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

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Later, I’m back at my post, and I see this couple arguing. They’re goin’ at it, and I’m just standin’ there, like, “Do I intervene? Or just let it play out?” I mean, it’s kinda entertaining. But then, the guy throws his hands up and storms off. The girl’s left there, lookin’ all sad. I feel bad, but hey, love is weird, man.

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